Nameless Prestige: To the Nth Degree {DEAD}

[Faal Lot Himdah]

I'm going to ask very nicely and hope that you don't.... please don't

fuck. how can i refuse now

You can't

[Clan Grimrock]

Nameless Prestige Member Record
Name: Rhomm "Soultearer"
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Bio:
Rhomm was born to a wealthy family somewhere in the Kingdom of Atral. His father, a soldier, died when he was a child, leaving him to live with his mother and his younger sister, Ariana. Before he was out of his teens, his mother died of a curse, and in his early 20s, Ariana suffered a similar fate. Some time after the loss of his family, rumours began to swirl of a vigilante known as the Soultearer, a witch who destroyed the souls of his targets.
Two years ago, though, things changed. Rhomm found a young girl by the name of Lucina in a pit fighting ring, and in her he saw something. Taking pity on the girl suffering from a terrible curse, he spent every last coin of his considerable inheritance to buy her from the pits. The two became fast friends and wandered all across Anoris for a year, trying to find some way to control or even break Lucina's curse.
Rhomm had been on the radar of the Nameless Prestige for some time, but now that the Soultearer was travelling with a girl who could become a wyvern? The opportunity was simply too great to pass up, and Sharpe recruited the two. They have been with the Prestige for a year by this point, their unique abilities making them incredibly powerful, if situational, assets. Rhomm hopes that his work with the Prestige will help him to increase his own abilities to the point of being able to finally break Lucina's curse.
Appearance: 6'0", 150 lbs

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Magic Technique: Witch
Magic:
- Soul Tearing - Enaid (Soul), Gwrthdaro (Conflict) and Cynnig (Motion). The manipulation of souls is incredibly powerful, allowing a great many possibilities. However, a soul must be freely available if it is to be altered in any form, at least for a witch of Rhomm's power. In order to use any of his other soulspells, Rhomm must first tear the target's soul away from them. This process requires time relative to the soul's power in addition to uninterrupted concentration. Furthermore, souls can naturally resist being torn away from their bodies, and in truly disastrous cases, can pull back with enough strength to tear away Rhomm's soul. A soul successfully torn away will slowly decay unless it is allowed to return to its body, at which point it will begin a slow process of recovery. Any soul that has been torn before becomes exponentially more resilient to further attempts.
- Soul Shredding - Enaid (Soul), Gwrthdaro (Conflict), and Dranc (Death). Shredding a soul is a complicated business, though there is perhaps no more complete form of death. Shredding a soul does not simply require immense concentration and a significant amount of time dependent on the power of the soul in question, it also requires the soul to be freely accessed. Therefore, shredding a soul can typically only be attempted on an individual if their soul has already been torn away.
- Soul Fusion - Enaid (Soul), Creu (Creation) and Cynnig (Motion). Fusing souls is unpredictable at best. It could result in anything from a decaying soul being restored to a soul being effectively overcharged or even the creation of a single new soul, or potentially even stranger things. While the caster can try to trigger any of these effects, the results are incredibly difficult to predict. As such, soul fusion is best avoided, and really only a last resort unless it is being performed for (deeply unethical) research purposes. Naturally, it also requires both souls to be freely available, meaning that they must have already been torn away.
- Soul Transfer - Enaid(Soul), Cynnig (Motion) and Chyfnewid (Exchange). The transfer of souls is by far the most complex of the various soulspells Rhomm can perform. It requires an exchange, necessitating that a second soul be provided so that the first can enter its new container. Furthermore, it is the only one of his spells that require a willing soul, rather than simply requiring that it be freely available. Even if the soul is willing to enter a new container, the spell still requires a long and complex ritual that takes many hours in the case of a healthy soul, or several days if not weeks if the soul in question is decaying from having been torn for too long. Finally, even assuming that all of this is accomplished, there is still a chance that the soul could reject its new container in an extremely dangerous reaction, potentially tearing or even shredding the caster's soul.
- Curse Empowerment - Llygredd (Corruption), Hud (Magic Energy), and Gwenwyn (Poison). Empowering a curse increases the power of both positive and negative aspects of a curse. For example, a person cursed to transform into a powerful beast without any control over it would be a far more powerful beast, but have more difficulty regaining control. The effect is temporary, and the duration and power of the effect depends on the caster's familiarity with the specific curse being targeted.
- Curse Weakening - Llygredd (Corruption), Hud (Magic Energy), and Iachad (Healing). Weakening a curse reduces the power of both positive and negative aspects of a curse. For example, a person cursed to transform into a powerful beast without any control over it would be a far weaker beast, but more easily regain control. The effect is temporary, and the duration and power of the effect depends on the caster's familiarity with the specific curse being targeted. This effect cannot "cure" or otherwise remove curses.
Skills:
-Expert on the subject of souls and the magic that affects them
-Well read on the subject of curses and the magic that affects them
Equipment:
-Hooded robes that were finely tailored once, but are faded and frayed, becoming increasingly tattered with the years.
-Staff of dark stained oak, bound in black iron
-Huge leatherbound tome, with black iron accents and clasps (his grimoire's typical appearance)
-An old wedding band, worn on a simple string around the neck along with the key to his book, tucked under his clothing
-A pouch under his outer robe containing basic supplies including a waterskin, food, a tinderbox and writing supplies
-A dagger and a hand crossbow (5 bolts), concealed under the robes

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RP Sample: You know me, but in case you forgot...

Unconsciously, Walker touches his right arm, brushing his fingers down the metal where once his arm was tattooed with his heathen god.
Fire. The word was once his power, his strength and his defence against the terrors of the night...
Control. Never his strong suit...
Balance. A small smile crept across his lips as he thought of the one he most cared for...
Blood. Walker had spent his life bleeding for causes, for gods. Now he bled only for one person, and yet he wouldn't change that...
Fury. Not much needed to be said there...
Walker stepped up to one pillar. His one remaining arm trembling, he raised his unnaturally steady right hand and touched the metallic fingers to the text, barely feeling the stone through the cold steel.
"Fire," whispered the Goliath in a voice much too small for his terrifyingly powerful frame.

Did you read the Rules? There were rules?

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Optional Stuff:
Personality: Reserved except with close friends, quiet, fiercely protective of those he loves. Quiet confidence masks an intense fear of the power he wields...
Religion: Tarity, particularly invokes the New God Ymir
Other Associations beyond the Nameless Prestige: N/A

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Alignment: N
Theme Song:

https://open.spotify.com/track/5ZpXdzws0fmicxw0MUbm1m

Slightly beefed up

[Skaldia]

Nameless Prestige Member Record
Name: Lucian Graham (aka Lucian Blackwood)
Age: 33
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Bio:

Born in the city of Treley in the heart of the Kingdom of Atral, Lucian was the youngest child of four siblings. Lucian's father was Count Ethaniel Blackwood, Guildmaster of the Treley Smith Guild, one of the most successful forge complexes in central Atral. The birth of Lucian would spell the doom of the Countess Isabella Blackwood, her body giving out in the strain of his birth. Because of this, Lucian would find himself ostracized by his brothers, the only exception being his father and Amaura, his only sister.

As a child, Lucian was a constant tag along to Count Ethaniel, following him about wherever he went. It was a lonely experience for Lucian, and thus the Count was there as a friend and a father for him. The constant care and concern that Ethaniel poured in to his children served to only further the divide between Ethaniel's other sons. Only Amaura seemed to care about their little brother. But she was often away, visiting cousins of the family in Brurymouth.

Regardless of how he was viewed by his siblings, Count Ethaniel insisted on his children being well learned. As a child, Lucian was a vivacious learner, wanting to know everything that he could get his hands on. Although he hated the dry subjects of mathematics and astronomy, he loved history so much that he would spend most of his time in the small library that the Keep contained. Lucian also began his apprenticeship under the Guildmaster Ethaniel himself, working with great works of art and watching Ethaniel perform fantastic spells of power to be able to mold certain kinds of metal into the shape he desired. Often, Ethaniel worked alone with only his youngest son at his side, for Gerard and Richard had their own minor forges that they maintained around Treley.

But this was not enough for Lucian, who continued to learn with a thirst that shocked many. It was during this time that he learned of the Gods more specifically, and one such among them that struck his interest. Not Jicdione with her bloody sense of justice and discipline. Nay, it was Ina and Zoynus, the Gods of War that struck his interest. Lucian, seeking to learn more of this pair of Gods, Zoynus and Ina, would sneak in to the Keep Library where he poured over tomes dealing with the War Gods and their teachings, which were scarce and hard to locate. Nevertheless, he persevered and learned of great warriors devoted to Ina and Zoynus who had ascended the mortal realm and become powerful Champions, whirlwinds of glory and power on the battlefield that could not be defeated. At that moment, it became the child’s ultimate wish to be like those ancient warriors whose like does not walk the world any longer.

And thus, with a new interest at hand, he resolved to become a great warrior, like those in the books he had read. But how did one go about doing that? Lucian was eight by this time and had developed some muscle from working in the forge, so he was no weakling of any standards. But how did you become a greater man, such a warrior of old? Watching the Treley Guard, which was commanded in part by his second eldest brother Richard, he sought out his older brother. Finding him in his forge, hammering away at a steel helm, Lucian asked if Richard would teach him how to be a fighter. Richard looked down at the boy and scoffed, denying his request just that easily, stating "Got back to your books."

Hurt and distraught over the words of Richard, he went to his eldest of his two brothers, Gerard, who was the kinder of the two and in little Lucian's young mind, a lot more fun to be around. Gerard laughed in his face, and asked him if it would be better to play in the streets or stay buried in books and leave being a man to those with experience. Practice under their father and become a good blacksmith, maybe even a good one. Hurt even more, Lucian did not relent and thus he went to his last resort, his father and asked if he could be trained to fight.

Ethaniel approved his request, and convinced of Richard to train his youngest brother. Thus, Richard grudgingly accepted and began training the little wide eyed boy at nine, and not softly, for he struggled against the edict of his father to train the boy. Richard did not relish the idea of giving away the secrets of the fighting style used by the Blackwoods to a boy who had killed his mother, even if he was the favored son of his father. Richard was considered the best swordsman in Treley, having served in the Guard for most of his life. He was considered stern and harsh, even by the standards of arms masters from Sadewen and Towces, but was known to be fair to all those who came to him.

At first, Lucian struggled under the difficult regimen placed upon him by his brother, but he soon began to prosper and grow ever more quickly and powerful. At first, he was trained only the hilt of a sword, being told by Richard that before he used a sword, one must know how to wield one. When he graduated from the hilt he went on to the gladius, a much smaller sword used for jabbing and soon progressed to the long sword, where he showed innate skill with the blade.

Lucian by fourteen was an adept swordsman and was asking to begin going on patrols with the Treley Guard around the city and surrounding land. Ethaniel was reluctant to give consent for such a thing because, although he knew his youngest son was a good swordsman, he was afraid of losing him in a few years and wished to keep him by his side for a while longer. Nevertheless, he granted his son’s request, and during the winter of his fifteenth year, he went out with the Treley Guard and went hunting for bandits. When it was nearing the end of the long-range patrol, they found them.

In the Grasslands, the patrol was numbered around twenty men all told, and they had settled for a night in the grasslands on their way back home. The blizzard they had been caught in was raging, and they set a fire to hold it back. Sentries were close that night to the edge of the fire so as not to been too cut off from the heat. It was at this time that the bandits chose to attack, moving in from all corners and striking like a hammer. Many were cut down by arrows and swords that were wielded by far more experienced warriors then the Treley Guard were used to fighting. Before they knew what happened, only Richard and Onónion were left, all the others gone in the white around them or slain by the savage bandits.

Before Lucian knew what happened, Richard and he had cut their way past the attackers and were making their way towards Treley, or in any direction they could. The only problem was that Treley was eleven miles away and the snow was falling ever more heavily as the night progressed. Just than, something slammed into the right shoulder blade of Lucian and he forgot everything else that happened that night, falling suddenly into unconsciousness.

He remembered only brief flashes of pain and agony during the entire journey back to Treley, and when he arrived, he spent a month in a fever, tossing and turning as his body fought infection. It was obvious that the tip of the arrow had been poisoned and it had been barbed so when it was pulled out it was extremely difficult to remove. But nevertheless, through the healing arts of the Witch of Sadewen, they were able to finally break the fever and only a little while longer Lucian was back on his feet and resumed his training under Richard. He had been blooded and had his scar to prove it. He would be more discreet the next time he went looking for trouble. What he did not know was that the Witch had cursed him in the healing of him.

Lucian was forbidden by his father to ever continue his patrols with the Guard into the surrounding grasslands again.

Lucian by this time had become a giant of a man, and his strength and resilience was ever becoming more and more useful both with the sword and in the forge. But by nineteen, he had surpassed his brother Richard in skill. Richard, instead of being angered by this, he came to his father with the news stating that Lucian needed a real master of the blade, and that the best place to take him was to Towces, and with Ethaniel's sponsorship, Lucian was to be trained by a real sword master, John Axton.

Lucian would train for three years under the tutelage of John Axton, living in room and board in Towces. He had developed a reputation in Towces as a fierce warrior, and supposedly the best fighter within the city. John Axton believed the best way for him to become better was to pit himself against fighters, and thus, under the watchful eye of John Axton, sparring matches were held often against Lucian so that he got a feel for different techniques and against various other fighters. John Axton regretted that he did not have a larger selection, but trained the man hard he did.

It was at this time that he discovered the nature of the Witch's spell that had healed him of the poisoned arrow wound. As is wont to happen, Lucian fell in love while in the city of Towces. It had been to a circus performer that had been staying in Towces and performing for the crowds. She was slightly older, worldly, and exotic to the young man and he fell head over heels for her. He would proclaim his love to her, only to be delighted when she returned those feelings. When he kissed Rosa's lips, he felt a spark between them. It was only days later, as he watched the same infection that had gripped him all those years ago, kill Rosa.

He left Towces and traveled down to Sadewen. The Red Witch of Sadewen served the Lord of Sadewen. She had been a powerful Witch for decades and was one of the most important of the Lord of Sadewen's retinue. Nevertheless, Lucian strode up to her while the Lord of Sadewen was holding a party to celebrate the end of Winter. She seemed to welcome the sword thrust as Lucian buried it in her chest.

Lucian was escaped the wrath of the guards and fled to his ancestral home outside Treley. There, he told his father of what he had done. With tearful eye, Ethaniel called in his other sons and formally disowned his son. He then locked him in a chamber, but "accidentally" let the key fall to the floor in the door. Lucian waited until nightfall and unlocked the door to find Ethaniel waiting for him. Quickly, Ethaniel led him to his personal forge. Inside, resided the relic of the Blackwood family, the Armor of Kahlen and the Sword of Talos, founders of the Blackwood family centuries ago. Both were given to Lucian before he was told to flee.

From that day on, starting at twenty three, Lucian hit the roads of Atral and beyond, earning his keep as a mercenary. The first few years were rough as he was ever eager to get further away from central Atral. He wandered East and down in to Acrus where he found work with various mercenary groups, always working long enough for one or two assignments before he moved on. From Acrus, he entered Utria and even did work in Kaschin. Ever forward did his feet carried him until he had visited one corner of Anoris to the other. He gained a panolpy of scars to prove his worth.

A year and a half ago, he came back to Atral. A successful mercenary who had carved a reputation across the breadth of Anoris, he had returned with word of possible employment with the Nameless Prestige. No doubt they had heard of his exploits. And so, he traveled to Pester in his native Atral where he was recruited by an existing member. He joined the Nameless Prestige and now sees a year pass by in their employ.

Appearance:

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Magic Technique: N/A
Magic: N/A
Skills:

• Incredible Swordsmanship: If you think it takes just strength and good coordination to make a swordsman you are wrong. For about as long as Lucian could walk, he has learned how to use swords, and was trained by his brother, Richard, himself. But soon, he far surpassed his brother and was training himself. It has taken many years of discipline and pain to acquire his skill and it is amazing to behold, wielding a giant sword as if he held nothing and being able to pull of maneuvers that would be difficult with far lighter weapons. Near the end of his time at Treley, many came out to watch him train with the sword. Calling this a skill is difficult, for the wielding of weapons of death seems to come across as an innate ability. Typically, he utilizes a high guard when fighting two handed with his long sword, delivering punishing blows while protecting the upper body. Most often, however, he uses both war hammer and long sword, the war hammer gripped in his left hand and the sword in his right.
• Metalcraft: Lucian learned much of metal craft under his father, and this would come in handy when he left his father’s house and went out into the world. Although he is unable to repair the worst of blows, he can repair minor breaks and bends in the armor as well as maintain the armor perfectly. With such armor as the Armor of Kahlen, this does not have to be done often, but sometimes it is imperative. Because of this, he can repair most armor for others or even make rudimentary parts for people.
• Horse riding: Lucian, due to his noble heritage, is well versed in the riding of horses and fighting from their back as well as he does on his two feet. He's had several mounts in his lifetime, although he prefers bigger geldings since they seem to be best at handling all the weight of Lucian and his armor.

Equipment:
[a.] Weaponry:

• Talos’ Edge
-- Blade Length: 48 in
-- Hilt Length: 10 in.
-- Weight: 7 lbs.
-- Classification: Long Sword
-- Information: Made as a gift at the parting of son and father, Talos’ Edge was a beautiful sword, hand crafted by his father's father himself, with the help of his son. Eventually, Ethaniel would take the sword and, with the help of his sons, make it worthy of use once again. Gold filigree around a blood red hilt that ends in a ruby (which is about the size of two inches in diameter and perfectly spherical) set within the golden pommel. In the fuller of the blade is an ancient litany offering prayers to Ina in golden letters that shine when unsheathed. The edge is of the finest steel, tapering to a needle point with the tip just the same. Few have withstood the cutting edge of the Sword of Talos.
• Hate's Bane
-- From Spike To Hammer: 9in
-- Handle Length: 24 in.
-- Weight: 5 lbs.
-- Classification: War Hammer
-- Information: Attained from a rogue knight in the outskirts of society, he named it Hate's Bane, in reference to the knight he had killed. The handle of the Hammer is made of iron wrapped in black leather with leather near the pommel dyed in a red and wrapped in a spiral tapering off at the end. The Hammer itself is around two inches in diameter, used for blunt work while the other end is around three inches in length and is made into a sharp point of steel. Used for the ‘wet’ work.​

[b.] Accessories:

• Father‘s Ring: Given unto him before their parting, it is a simple silver ring with a bright sapphire in it. Too small for his fingers, he has taken to wearing it upon an iron chain about his neck. He looks at it often, remembering things far gone in the Sunlight and always hoping that he will one day be able to come back to his father with honor on his face.
• Vol Salyr: A Ring given to Lucian by his father after his father heard him that he had pledged himself to Ina, it is a great golden ring with a red ruby set in it. It often becomes warm when the presence of magic is being dealt around him, and Lucian has never taken it off, for he fears that his Ring of Pledge to Ina will become annulled if he does so.
• The Clasp of Amaura: Given unto him by his sister, it is a gold clasp shaped as that of a swan with wings outstretched in flight and with tiny topaz eyes. It was given to him at their parting many years ago, and among his treasures, it is the most treasured, for she was always very close to his heart.
• Heavy Leather Pack: A heavy leather pack often strapped across his back, the pack contains his clothing, a heavy flask of water, salted and preserved foodstuffs for the road, whetstone, a ragged cloth for the cleaning of his armor, flint for fire. The most valuable object is a leather scroll case containing a map that he keeps in the pack.

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RP Sample:Here
Did you read the Rules? Yup. Fun is mandatory and all that.

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Optional Stuff:
Personality:

He is the most intense, profound, and powerful character you will ever likely to meet. Even when he appears self-controlled and calm there is a seething intensity of emotional energy under the placid exterior. He is like the volcano not far under the surface of a calm sea, it may burst into eruption at any moment. But those of us who are particularly perceptive will be aware of the harnessed aggression, the immense forcefulness, magnetic intensity, and often strangely hypnotic personality under the tranquil, but watchful composure of Lucian. In conventional social gatherings he is pleasant to be with, thoughtful in conversation, dignified, and reserved, yet affable and courteous; although at times his eyes appear penetrating which make his shyer companions feel naked and defenseless before him.

In his everyday behavior he gives the appearance of being withdrawn from the center of activity, yet those who know him will recognize the watchfulness that is part of his character. He has great self-discipline, because he is able to recognize the qualities in himself that makes him different from other humans, and to know his utterly conventional nature can be used for great good, or great evil. His tenacity and willpower are immense, his depth of character and passionate conviction overwhelming, yet he is deeply sensitive and easily moved by his emotions. His sensitivity, together with a propensity for extreme likes and dislikes makes him easily hurt, quick to detect insult or injury to him and easily aroused to ferocious anger. This may express itself in such destructive speech or action that he makes lifelong enemies by his outspokenness, for he finds it difficult not to be overly critical of anything or anyone to whom he takes a dislike.

He harnesses his abundant energy constructively, tempering his self-confidence with shrewdness and his ambition with magnanimity toward others provided he likes them. He relates to fellow warriors only as leaders and can be blunt to those he dislikes to the point of cruelty. In fact he is not above expressing vindictiveness in deliberate cruelty. He is too demanding, too unforgiving of faults in others, perhaps because he is not aware of the shortcomings within himself, and extravagantly expresses his self-disgust in unreasonable resentment against his fellows. He does, however, make an excellent friend, provided that his companions do nothing to impugn the honor of which Lucian is very jealous. Part of his negative side of is a tendency to discard friends once they cease to be useful, but he is aware of this, and fights this tendency.

In a word, this man is invincible. Just behind his frosty reserve is a huge pot of boiling steam that bubbles and seethes continually. If you're lucky, he'll keep the lid on tight for a lifetime, but a deep injury can blow it right off with a brilliant explosion. It's kind of fascinating to watch. If you're not in its direct line of destruction. Step aside, if you feel it coming. And don't do anything to cause it yourself.

However, should he have cause to view another as a predator, then never was a creature more sensitive or responsive to assumed slights and imagined threats. Open-minded tolerance and relaxed confidence fall away as ego-driven urges swing into gear. He makes a bloody-minded opponent and the dominating qualities are such that he rarely feels appeased with victory unless it involves the total annihilation of the threat. He is well known for sensitivity to his own few emotions, and yet he is far less empathetic to the thoughts and feelings of others; hence he has one of the most fearsome reputations amongst the veterans of the Company for exhibiting brutal or extreme behavior. People refer to him as 'bestial', meaning responsive to primordial instincts rather than higher reasoning; and 'feral' because he is considered capable of savage and ferociously destructive traits.

He is fortunate in that his strong reasoning powers are tempered with imagination and intuition, and these gifts, together with critical perception and analytical capacity, can enable him to penetrate to profundities beyond the average.

Religion: Tarity
Other Associations beyond the Nameless Prestige: N/A

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Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Theme Song: Theme

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Nameless Prestige Member Record
Name: Lucian Olloway (aka Lucian Maelchanar)

A few things...

First, he has to already be a member of the Prestige. The way the last sentence of the bio is written suggests that he isn't. And I would like something to explain how he became a member of the Prestige.

Second, what language are the names in? Specifically in regard to the setting and real world, because the languages within this world are based on real languages.

Third, for my interest, who is Talos?

[Skaldia]

-snip-

Okay, Fixed the Issues and discussed em with ya in discord.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Nameless Prestige Member Record
Name: Lucian Graham (aka Lucian Blackwood)

Accepted

[Ceystile]

I’ll get a post up tomorrow